About

There was a time where I had the balls to call myself an artist. Dreams, inspired by Kerouac, flirted around my brain and danced through my years as I sat and waited for something to happen. Much to my chagrin I have realized that if I just sit and wait the only thing that will happen is my eventual old age and senility.

I guess the joke was on me about that one, well I am done laughing, and I sure as hell am no longer waiting.